Truth, Like Time, Is An Idea Arising

The Entire Being Of A Woman Is A Secret Which Should Be Kept.

It Is Not The Visions But The Activity Which Makes You Happy, And The Joy And Glory Of The Flier Is The Flight Itself. . . Every Time I Have Gone Up In An Aeroplane And Looked Down Have Realized I Was Free Of The Ground, I Have Had The Consciousness Of A New Discovery. "i See:" I Have Thought, "this Was The Idea. And Now I Understand Everything."

When We Are Young The Idea Of Death Or Failure Is Intolerable To Us; Even The Possibility Of Ridicule We Cannot Bear. But We Have Also An Unconquerable Faith In Our Own Stars, And In The Impossibility Of Anything Venturing To Go Against Us. As We Grow Old We Slowly Come To Believe That Everything Will Turn Out Badly For Us, And That Failure Is In The Nature Of Things, But Then We Do Not Much Mind What Happens To Us One Way Or The Other. In This Way A Balance Is Obtained.

But By The Time That I Had Nothing Left, I Myself Was The Lightest Thing Of All For Fate To Get Rid Of.

To Be A Person Is To Have A Story To Tell.